Sometimes out of bad things comes good. God seems to work that way. I think that we all know that we have friends all around us. I am finding that, when faced with a serious challenge, just how sweet people are. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't have multiple expressions of love given to me. I awoke the other morning to find my door decorated with balloons and messages of encouragement. Anonymous, of course. On Friday, at my son Jarom's request, we went running. Over the years I would have to say that running hasn't been his favorite pastime. That morning we ran 4.4 miles. It was great. While running Jarom told me that as soon as I was better he would run a half marathon with me. Later in the day Shanelle and Mike came by with a gift certificate offering to run a marathon with me. Wow, getting better is going to be more work than I expected.
Conference has been wonderful. Why is it that it takes something like this to make me really listen? So many of the talks seem to have been written just for me. What a gift to hear God's voice through his servants.
We leave for Mayo this coming Wednesday and will be gone until the following Wednesday. Kind of like a vacation I'm guessing. I am anxious to have a full workup. The pain has come back and now seems to be pressing into my ear. I am ready to move forward and be healed. I see the Lord's hand every day in my life and I am so grateful that I know I won't walk this path alone.